All being,
Is found in the life force of another.
For one to live,
Another must die.
It is the mercy of a benevolent Creator
In His Infinite Wisdom, that made all else finite.
Murder, was thus decreed,
Etched in the heavens themselves.
What crime do mere mortals then commit,
In reaching for the stars?
by Haemophiliac...
...finished 10/02/09
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